Surat's POV:-

I woke up to the sound of the alarm clock. I went to the washroom to perform ablution and returned to the room to perform the tahajjud prayers.  Then I went to the corridor to see the moon and wait for the Azan( call to prayer)..

I remember when my parents were alive,  my mother used to come to wake me up every night to perform tahajjud prayers.  After Azan, my brother and father used to go to the mosque. My mother and I used to pray at home.

Mom and I would occasionally recite the Qur'an.  Then I would go to bed and my mother would go to the kitchen.  Hearing the call of prayer, I came out of my imagination.  After hearing the beautiful words of Azan, I offered my Fajr prayer and recited the Qur'an for some time as I used to do in the past.

  Then I went to the kitchen to make breakfast for me and my brother.

My brother entered our house and gave me  Salam.  He came into the kitchen and took a glass of water in his hand and asked me,  "What are you cooking today?" he asked.

"Your favorite food." I said. He turned me to him and asked, "What happened kiddo? Why are you crying?"  He started wiping the tears from my eyes ... After he said that, I realized that tears started falling from my eyes when I was thinking of my parents.  "I miss them, brother. I can't live like this without them."  I said.

  "How can you say that? You know you're my everything, never say that again," he said.  I nodded my head.  " If you don't give me food, I'll die," he said.  I got very angry and said "Brother how can you say such a thing. Never say this again."

      My brother laughed and said, "Well, Grandma, I won't say this again. Are you happy now?" I nodded and said, "Yeah very happy. I'm giving you breakfast, I've made your favorite breakfast.", I put breakfast on the dining table.  Then we finished our breakfast.

After breakfast, my brother asked me, "Will you go to college today? If you want to go to college today, I will drop you off at college and go to the office."  he asked. "Yes, I will go," I  said.

Oh, I forgot to tell you the name of my handsome brother, his name is Ismail Bhuiyan.  He works in a private company but he will start his own business soon inshaAllah.

I'm not a fan of makeup.  I just used some moisturizer and lip balm.  Then I put on my abaya and niqab and I was ready.

My brother took me to my college.

It is a girl's college.  I spent my whole day with my best friend Saba.

My brother drove me home and went to the office again.  He never let me go anywhere alone.

Then I pray my johar prayer.

  I started preparing dinner for us.  My brother returned home at 8 pm.  I looked at his face and realized that he was very tired.

We ate our dinner and,  we talked for a while then went to sleep.  I finished my homework and went to sleep.

We watch movies together on Saturday nights and,  on Sundays, my brother takes me outside to a restaurant or shopping.  He doesn’t let me feel that we don’t have parents.

He is everything to me and,  I can do everything for him.

Ibrahim's POV :-

After staying ten years in another country,  finally I have returned to my country.  My mother died when I was 15 years old.  4 months later,  my father married a woman who had a son.  I thought she would love me like a mother but,  the woman did not like me and she used to treat me badly.

After their marriage, my father had changed.  He was always busy with his new family.  My grandmother always told me to believe in God that everything would be fine.

  A few days later, my father sent me to Canada to finish my studies.

I lived with my uncle's family for 3 years.  But when I realized that my aunt didn't like me so much, I started working part-time jobs and living with one of my friends.

After graduation, I got a very good job.  Everything was going well.  But I was breaking down from the inside and I was becoming arrogant.

Since I am a Muslim and my mother used to tell me what  to do and what not to do .  I tried to be what she wanted me to be.  I pray five times.  I have never dated a girl. Girls flirted with me but I never responded to them.

2 days ago I got a call from Uncle Ramu, he told me that my grandmother is sick and my father is not taking her to the hospital.  I did not understand how my father became like that.  He used to take care of my grandmother but after marrying that woman everything changed.

I have only my grandmother in this whole world.

I am now in front of the house I used to call my home.  I know they wouldn’t like that I came here so I already bought a small house here.  I have made good money Alhamdulillah.  I can take care of my grandmother now.

I will take her to my new house.  I entered the house.  The woman is sitting with her son.  As I was walking to my grandmother's room I heard that woman was saying , "Doesn't he even know how to pay respect? I don't even know why he came here.".  His son Maruf said, "probably he came here for the property."  I no longer heard anything, I went to my grandmother's room.

There she was reciting the Quran.  I hugged her from her back.  "Assalamualaikum grandma, how are you? I missed you so much" I finished the sentence and I was crying .  She hugged me and kissed my temple.

She also cried and said "My baby you came for me, now I'm perfectly fine? Why are you so thin? Why don't you take care of yourself?"

"Okay no more crying now. Give me your bag I'll pack your clothes, we'll go to our house," I told her.

  "What do you mean?", She asked me confusedly.  I smiled and took her hand. I told her "I bought a house for us. Let's go . You know I can't stay here."

As we were leaving the house the woman was shouting why I had not come before and taken grandma with me.  And my dad was quietly listening to everything and he was having lunch.

I took her to our new home and booked an appointment from a very famous hospital for my grandfather.

I freshened up and then I called my best friend Ismail.  We talked about a lot of things.  I wanted to open my own company and he is trying to start his business . So, we decided to be partners.  We will meet tomorrow, InshaAllah.  Then I ate dinner with my grandma and went to sleep.

Ibrahim's POV:

I wake up hearing the azan(Islamic call to pray). I went to the washroom to perform my wudhu(Islamic procedures for cleaning parts of the body) and prayed my fajr prayer. Then I took my phone to check work-related information. Then I went to my dadu's(grandma) room, She was reciting the Quran. So I sat beside her.

I remembered my mother used to recite Qur'an like this every morning. I miss her a lot. Suddenly grandma wiped my tears and I realized I was crying." why are you crying? you are missing your mother, right? I know that. she is now in a better place. So, just pray for her." grandma said.

"I know grandma. But what can I do? Baba(father) doesn't even talk to me. I don't even know what's my fault. Why doesn't baba like me anymore." I said while hugging my grandma and crying. She wiped my tears and said "Just pray to Allah. Everything will be fine"

"OK, Now get ready we are going to the hospital for your check-up." I stand up and said. I went to my room and changed my clothes.

The doctor said that grandma need full bed rest and he prescribed some medicines for grandma. I dropped grandma home and called Islam."Assalamualaikum(greeting in Arabic) so, where are we meeting?"I ask him." come to my house I'm sending you my address." he said. Hearing his voice I understand that he is very excited to see me.

When I was near his house I saw him standing outside, waiting for me. I hugged him and I was very happy. We entered the house and his house is small but very beautiful.

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He told his maid to bring some snacks and we sat on the couch. Then we discussed our plans. Everything went well alhamdulillah.

I went to my house and tell everything to Grandma and she also became very happy.

Surat's POV:

In the morning vai(brother) told that his friend is coming. That's why my brother told me not to go downstairs. My brother is very protective.

After vai's(brother) friend left my brother told me that he is really happy today because his dreams would come to Inshaa allah.I'm very happy for my brother, it's his dream to start his own business. I congratulate him and demand an Ice- cream treat. He told me to get ready. I went to my room to wear my abaya and niqab then we went out.

My brother is my best friend, I can share anything with him, though he is older than me. We can back home and went to our respective rooms. I know vai(brother) is missing our parents.

After a 1-week he started working with his friend and after my parent's death, it's my first time seeing him truly happy. So far everything is going well. It has been 6 months.

I don't know why but I'm feeling something bad gonna happen. I prayed to Allah for my brother. In the morning when my brother was going to the office I don't know why but I tried to stop him. I told him to take care of him.

Ibrahim's POV:

It has been 6 months that we started our business. Alhamdulillah, everything is going fine. Today we will go to a construction site. We are currently working on an old building. we will shift to our new building as soon as the construction of our new building will be completed.

Ismail told me he will meet me there and he also told me that there is some problem with that site. I went there and saw Ismail was talking with the workers. He and I went to the 2nd floor.

The workers were showing us something that time I got a call from my grandma. She was saying that she was going to her friend's house.

Suddenly I heard some shouting so, I went there and what I saw I was not prepared for that. Ismail fell from the 6th floor and blood is coming from his head. My hands were trembling. I went near him and took him to my car.

I took him to my car when I was driving I heard him saying"Please take my phone and tell my sister to come to the hospital. I want to see her." he gave me his phone."What's her name?"I asked him ."Surat. Her name is Surat." saying this he became unconscious.

With trembling hands, I call her, after 2 ringings she received the call and said"assalamualaikum vai(brother). Are you fine? please vai come home. I don't know why I'm not feeling ok.hello vai!hello!"I snapped from my thoughts.

Her voice is so good. I never heard this kind of sweet voice. Astagfirullah what I was thinking!"walaikumassalam I'm your brother's friend Ibrahim. Can you come to xx hospital ."I told her." "why? where is my brother? I want to talk to him. Please tell me nothing happens to him." She asked me. I can't say anything to her now so I said "please come to the hospital, Allah Hafiz "and cut the call.

We came to the hospital and the doctor took him to operation theater and after sometimes later one girl come towards the operation room.she was wearing abaya and niqab. I was just staring at her and was remembering my mother. she used to wear niqab and my father used to shout at her for wearing a niqab.

She took her phone and call someone. I felt the vibration from my pocket and took the phone. Now I understand she is Ismail's sister. I went near her and I can feel she is afraid ."hey hey don't get afraid I'm Ibrahim, your brother's friend."I said and I can feel she is not comfortable around man.

By looking at her and seeing her gestures I can say that she is very innocent."Where is my vai(brother)? What happened to him?" she asked me and she was crying a lot. I went near her and tried to comfort her but she backed away from me and said "Don't come near to me."

I was shocked, girls die to come near me and here this girl I'm trying to help her and she is thinking wrong about me." hey I'm sorry. Don't get me wrong" I said.

That time doctor came out and came in front of us and said "Patient's situation is not good, anything can happen. Who is his family member please we need sign here." Ismail's sister was crying very badly. So, I told the doctor that I'm his family member and sign on the papers.

Then the doctor told us that Ismail wants to meet us. We went to the room and there he is in a very bad situation. His sister runs to him and hugging him.

She was just crying and was saying "Please vai don't leave me. I will die without you. I have no one without you." "sshh listen beta(kiddo), don't say like that. Allah is with you," he said and told me to come near him.

He told me"Ibrahim I know you are a good man. I trust you with my life. I don't know I will survive or not. Can you fulfill my last with please?" he was pleading to me." "Why not brother? You just say what you need. I will do anything for you. Just don't say like that, nothing will happen to you.keep faith in Allah."I told him.

And what he said next, I was shocked. He told me to marry his sister right now.

Ibrahaim's POV:

Ismail took my hand and said, "Please marry my sister. I don't think I will survive. Please for my sake, for our friendship, please do that." I was shocked and I just stand still staring at him. What was he saying? How could I marry her? I didn't need anyone in my life. I didn't even know her name.

"What are you saying Ismail? How can I marry her! If anything happened to you I can take care of her without marrying her. You can trust me." I said to him and tried to make him understand the situation.

I heard his sister saying to him"Vai (brother) what are you saying? Vai (brother) you need treatment. Please let the doctor treat you" she tried to make him understand the situation.

But he didn't listen to his sister and turned towards me and said "No, you don't know my sister. she doesn't go in front of any man. She is very innocent to live this world alone. Please try to understand." he said to me.

I heard the doctor said to do something soon, he needs treatment. So I just said yes without thinking anything. He told me to arrange everything now.. After nikah(marriage)he will allow doctor to start his treatment. So I went out to call my 2 friends to prepare everything and call my driver to take my dadu(grandma) from her friend's house and come here.

Surat's POV:

I was standing by my brother trying to convince him to start his treatment. I knew why my brother was trying to convince us about marriage. Because he knew that I couldn't live alone and being in this condition he was thinking about me. He just told me to trust him and say yes to this marriage. And I did that.

I never said no to him. After sometime my brother's friend entered the room with 1 man and 1 old woman. I didn't even see his face. I was just standing there and was watching what was happening. That friend of my brother told vai(brother) that this woman was his dadu(grandma). Vai (brother) told everything to dadu(granma) And dadu(grandma)assured him saying that she would take care of me.

Soon Qazi sahib(Imam) arrived. First, he asked me "Do you Surat bhuiyan daughter of Mozammel Bhuiyan accepts Ismail shaikh son of Hamir shaikh as your husband. If you agree say Qubool." I look at my brother and he nodded. I said Qubool for 3 times.

Then the qazi asked him and he said qubool 3 times. We signed on the papers and we were married. By then I came to know that his name was Ibrahim. We came out from there and the doctor started their treatment.

I was crying when I heard dadu is calling me to go near her. I went to her and sat beside her. She said "don't cry beta. Everything will be fine. Pray to Allah".

He came near to us and told dadu to go home and take rest. And then dadu went home after talking to me for something. Dadu was a nice person I already love her.

He came near to me and called my name. I was shocked and I turned to him. I  can't look in his eyes so I was looking down.

He told me to look at him, I tried but couldn't. So, I was staring at his chest. I think he has understood my situation so he didn't force me anymore. He told me that I need rest I should go home with dadu.

Hearing him I started to cry and said "Please don't send me. I want to stay hear. Please." "ok ok. Don't cry. You don't have to leave. You can stay with me." he said and I just nodded.

I decide to go to the prayer room to pray for my brother so I stand up. I was walking towards the prayer room when someone pulled me and I bumped into his chest.

He started to shout at me saying"Where are you going without saying to me? Are you mad?" hearing his shouting I was trembling.No one had ever yelled at me.

With my trembling voice, I replied" I am going to the prayer room." I was shaking very badly. His gripped on my wrist was very tight. I was feeling pain and tears were flowing from my eyes.

Suddenly he understood the situation and left my hand and said "I'm sorry for shouting and giving you pain. But you should have told me before going anywhere." I just nodded and said, "Next time I will tell you."

"Ok let's go I will go with you to the prayer room," he said. We walked to the prayer room in complete silence. when I went inside he went back.

Ibrahim's POV:

I went to the canteen and bought some snacks and water bottles for us. A full day has passed we didn't have anything. I came back. I was waiting for her.

After 1 hour she came back and was standing by my side. I told her to sit down and so she did. I knew that she was not comfortable around me and I should treat her softly. I tried but I did the opposite.

I gave the snacks and a water bottle to her. I started to eat and look at her and saw she was looking at the food and thinking something. I asked her what happened. She look at me and look down and said, "I  can't eat here, I have to remove my niqab." I just nodded.

Just then the doctor came out and said the operation went well Alhamdulillah. They told us to pray to Allah.If he woke up in 24 hours that would be very good for him. If not then he could go to coma.

I heard Surat crying very badly. "Sshh don't cry...Inshaa Allah, he will wake up." Now come with me" saying this I hold her hand.Her hand is so soft and small. And perfectly fit with my hand.

I took her to the rooftop and we sat on a bench. She started to remove her niqab and I knew if I kept staring at her she would feel uneasy. So, I just turned around and started eating.

After some time I heard her voice"listen, I need water." I turned around and face her. And next, I just kept watching her. How could someone be so beautiful? I was just staring at her and said mashallah. She looks at me and she smiled shyly. she was looking more beautiful. My heart was beating so fast.

I heard her calling me, she just calls me by saying listen. She doesn't use my name. I didn't know why. But I knolew that my mother was like her, she never used my father's name to call him."Take my bottle" I said and give her.

After finishing food she started to wear her niqab and I was just looking at her. Then we went to see Ismail. We sat on the couch. I felt her head on my shoulder. I also slept keeping my head on her head